In the 1970's we hitched the highways and byways of England; during the 1980's cycled-camped here and in France; during the 90's camped with the kids all over southern Europe. In the ten years before we retired we worked like crazy, but managed to travel further afield, to America, Canada Japan, Australia and Hong Kong. Now, having escaped work, we have lots more time but much less money. We have spent the last few years exploring the shores and hinterland of the Mediterranean by motorhome

Sunday, 25 October 2015

Haunts of Ancient Peace

I think I need to stop checking into Facebook. What happened yesterday is I began a blog post about Koroni and ended up ranting about global economics and failed to mention our beautiful walk from the town up to the cliff top castle above it. We had the place to ourselves, 'a haunt of ancient peace' to quote the mighty Van Morrison.

Here's some pictures -

The square below the castle is lined with mansions from the time of Venetian rule, some are falling to bits

A steep climb up to the forrtress

buit you get a great harbour view.

View from the (crumbling) ramparts across to Stoupa and the Mani

the crumbling walls...

Ancient gateways...look at the poor old soul struggling up the hill, moaning about his creaking joints..

great view...

"What do you mean, did I remember to put the SD card in this time?"

Within the castle walls there is a convent, including this very old looking Byzantine chapel.

The walls were covered in bougainvillea.

Gateway into the convent

Beyond the convent there's a network of ancient stone paved lanes

smallholdings

hardly a soul around, utter silence apart from the distant sound of the sea - magic!